“Yes, you did,” she emphasized, squeezing my hands. “If you’re not doing your job, that’s one less hero in the world to make it a better place for ordinary people like me.”
I laughed softly, shook my head, and replied, “I’m no one’s hero.”
Angel climbed off her stool, sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “What’s wrong, Chris? You’re my hero, and you will always be my hero. And guess what?”
“What?”
She pointed at Belle and stated, “And you’re that little girl’s hero. Can you imagine how she’ll feel when she grows up and realizes that you’re the reason she’s here?”
I placed my hand over her stomach and replied, “No, you’re the reason she’s here. You’re the real hero. You didn’t allow your fears or what the world might say stop you from pursuing your dreams. You had no idea what you would be facing and how hard it was to be a single mother, yet you chose to have this little girl in spite of what you might face. I’d say that’s a hero.”
She kissed my lips. “Then she’s one blessed little girl because she’s got two heroes in her life.”
I patted her thigh. “Hop up.”
“Where are you going?”
“To put her in her bed for her morning nap,” I replied as Angel sat back on my chair and watched as I removed a sleeping Belle from her high chair, wiped her face, and carried her to her nursery.
I returned a couple of minutes later and scooped Angel up in my arms, making her giggle.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To claim my hero’s reward.”
“What about me? I thought I was a hero too. Don’t I get a reward?”
“You’re about to get your reward. And rewarding you is my reward.”
She giggled again and kicked her legs as I carried her to her bedroom and undressed her.
“I could do this all day, every day.”
“Let me find out you’re using me for my body, Chris, and there will be hell to pay.”
“Well bring it on because I am. I’m using you for your cooking, your body, your mind, your heart, your brain, and your beauty. Told you, I want it all,” I replied as I covered myself.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and I patted my thighs. “Climb on, facing me, baby.”
“This isn’t going to work.”
“Yes, it will.” I helped her climb onto my lap and slide down my dick. My eyes closed briefly at the feel of her tight heat cloaking me. I held her hands and instructed her. “Lean back and grind, baby. Make it feel good for you and me.”
She leaned back hesitantly at first. “Do you trust me not to let you fall?”
Her wide eyes searched mine before she nodded and replied, “Yes.”
“I got you,” I replied, locking our fingers together. Angel leaned back, hanging off the bed with only her heels planted in the mattress and her fingers locked in mine to secure her. She ground her hips, rocking around my shaft, and making me feel so damn good.
“Aww, baby, that’s it.”
Angel worked her hips and put in the work. I pulled her back close to me, kissed her, and then released her. I set her on theedge of the bed, placed her legs over my shoulders, and plunged inside of her.
“You’re so deep, Chris.”
“Look at me, Angel. Don’t take your eyes off me, baby. I want you to see how you make me feel.”
She nodded, and I rocked deeper into her. I grunted, and she moaned. She groaned, and I growled until she released on me while pushing her hips up. Angel clenched around me, and I chased her orgasm with an aggressive one of my own.
